From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 451: Ghouls with no future

In the warm-toned room, amidst the cheerful laughter, white pills were swallowed by the petite white figure, accompanied by a sweet voice.

"We are friends, right?"

There will always be weaknesses.

No one is invulnerable as long as your heart is still beating.

Of course, this does not include a madman like Victor. A crazy guy who doesn't care about anything and won't think about the consequences of his actions. He just wants to see a result, to see that possibility. For this, he is willing to do anything at any cost.

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Yellow sand star

Qi fell into deep thought, because because of this war, some extremely troubling situations had arisen.

Is the battle line in jeopardy? That group of indigenous troops are being beaten back step by step. Is there no hope? No, not really. Quite the opposite is true.

Those gerbil wastelanders fought very well, or rather, they fought too well. However, this was not a good thing; they became a problem.

The war fortress is losing ground because of a very realistic reason: production capacity.

The production capacity of the rat people far exceeds theirs. The nuclear war at the end of the Golden Age of the Sand Rat People almost covered the entire planet with desert. This young planet has no shortage of mineral veins. It can even be said that it is both rich and generous. Those mineral veins were once directly exposed on the surface, just like the Black Iron Star today.

The current Black Iron Star has essentially become the industrial center of the rat people. The conditions of the gerbil people were also so favorable in the past. They had developed smoothly as if they were chosen by God. The only thing they lacked was energy. The Yellow Sand Star did not have the ridiculously abundant geothermal resources like the Black Iron Star, but in fact, the Yellow Sand Star was not too stingy in this regard. The large amount of uranium mines and extremely rich nuclear energy resources allowed the gerbil people to remove the last shackles from their necks after discovering nuclear energy.

Their future had once been so bright.

Huangsha Star, their home planet, once generously gave them everything.

But things are always so unpredictable. Those who can move towards the light are always more likely to fall into darkness, and those who can embrace the future always stop moving forward.

The fall of the gerbils did not lie in that crazy subspace invasion, but earlier, when all the gerbils were addicted to virtual reality and their leader chose stability to fool countless ordinary gerbils. The gerbils had already walked on a single-plank bridge.

It seems that they are rich and peaceful, happy and satisfied, but in fact, they are only one step away from falling into darkness.

Of course, perhaps there is another development. The gerbils successfully opened the door to the subspace through virtual reality. They began to understand and study the subspace, and finally, with the help of the power of the subspace, they successfully subdued the natives of the subspace, began to master the power of psychic energy, and were like fish in water on the path of desire opened by Du Yuan later. They successfully started their path to ascension and embarked on another unimagined path.

It's not impossible.

It is just obvious that at some special and important points, the gerbils did not make the right choices, and the result is this.

The Golden Age of the Gerbil People has ended, and their future has been killed by themselves. Even though they have left behind many creations of the Golden Age and many shadows of the Golden Age, they may never be qualified to rebuild their former civilization.

This planet, the Yellow Sand Planet, this once generous and rich planet, is now no longer suitable for another civilization to climb up. The yellow sand that descended after the nuclear war buried most of the minerals on the surface of the planet, and also buried the golden age of the gerbils on the Yellow Sand Planet.

Now, the despairing thing is that on this Yellow Sand Star, no matter whether it is the wastelanders or the powerful city-states, they no longer have the ability to develop the planet's minerals on a large scale. Their development and survival depend on picking up those shallower ruins and relics that have been submerged.

In other words, these gerbil people are all zombies, zombies clinging to the rotten corpses of former civilizations. The situation will only get worse and will never develop in a better direction. The corpses will rot, be eaten up, and shriveled up, but they will never be filled with blood again, recover health, and crawl up.

It will only get worse, this is a very realistic situation for gerbils.

Their best future so far is that after the corpses of the previous civilization can no longer feed these zombies, they will prepare to launch a small colony ship into outer space and begin to wander with that slim hope. The remaining guys are trapped on the Yellow Sand Star. In the cycle of generation after generation, they are forever trapped in the agricultural age due to lack of resources, until a disaster or change declares them extinct.

What a hopeless future.

Fortunately, the rats have come, the future has been changed, the situation is different, the road to interstellar wandering has been directly broken, and we no longer have to be trapped on this planet for the rest of our lives in an endless feudal cycle. The rats have come, and there will be a bright future.

Now, the only choice is placed before the gerbil people, that is to be a dog. Being the dog of the rat people is not an honor, right? After all, if nothing unexpected happens, the rat people can be regarded as the third most powerful cosmic race in the physical universe at this time.

What's more, the gerbil people are related to the rat people.

It is such an honor to be the rat man's dog.

Of course, it's not all good. After all, no matter how much you want to be a good dog, the most important thing is the thoughts of the guy holding the leash.

Now, Qi was a little worried. He felt that these gerbil wastelanders who had surrendered to the rat people might not become good dogs.

The reason why the sand rat wastelanders were able to beat up the war fortress was very simple, and that was the difference in production capacity. The rat people caught the iron meteors in outer space and increased production crazily without any scruples, while the war fortress had been working hard to pick up garbage in this sea of ​​sand for hundreds of years. Even though it had accumulated a good fortune, the actual situation was that if a real fight broke out.

My production capacity has not yet reached its limit, but your scavengers are picking up so much garbage that their hands are cramping.

How can we fight in this situation? How can we possibly fight?

The gradual pushback of the gerbil wastelanders and the steady retreat of the war fortresses are not surprising at all.

In the midst of a great victory, the size of the Ratman Sand Rat Legion continued to grow, and now it had expanded to 500,000, which was the same size as the number of marines that the First Expeditionary Fleet could deploy at this time.

And this is the result of the rats controlling their numbers, otherwise even if they expanded several times, there would be no need to worry. Suspicion and vigilance would naturally arise.

What to do now? What should Qi decide to do? This is a question, a very good question.

This is indeed a rather difficult question, and Qi has been thinking about it for some time.

Judging from the current speed, the time to completely clear the planet will be greatly advanced, but by then a large number of recruited troops will be left behind.

He is an excellent rat warlord. Rat warlords have always had a habit of overwhelmingly occupying what they can get, and they are not good at sharing.

If a ratman merchant appeared here and sat at the flag position, he would not be so hesitant. After all, to those ratman merchants, natives and heretics could be natives and heretics, or they could be labor that could bring value to themselves.

Now, the problem arises: how to deal with this group of rat-men wastelanders whose size is growing and whose uncontrollable backlash may become more and more serious.

While Qi was thinking, a ratman engineer gave him a good solution to the problem.

Based on the Skaven engineers' training on damaged power armor and their research on some power technologies, they are now confident that they can provide super warriors for the Skaven's First Expeditionary Fleet.

Of course, it is definitely far inferior to those brought from the Ratman Empire, but the effect is probably one-fifth of the original. The most important thing is that this transformation can be carried out solely based on the current conditions of the First Expeditionary Fleet.

Qi's eyes swept over the report.

The body becomes stronger, the personality becomes calmer, and the ability to reproduce is lost.

His gaze paused on the last of these three items.

Perhaps this surgery can indeed help him, but the object of its application should be slightly changed.

It shouldn't fall on those delicate battleship rats.

Not long after, a ratman engineer came to the command room. The honorable captain asked him some questions and he gave answers. Among them, there was one question that left him a little confused, which was the effect of the operation on the gerbils.

Scratching his head, he gave an answer. In fact, as early as the day the ratmen landed on the Yellow Sand Star, these ratmen engineers had already begun to study the gerbils, who were similar to them but not so similar to them.

They came to a surprising result.

That is the gerbil man or perhaps the rat man.

The two sides have too many similarities in genes, with only slight differences. In this case, naturally, something that works on rat people will also work on gerbil people, and the effects will not even have a huge deviation.

This result left them scratching their heads, but as soon as the result came out, they actually reported it honestly. But it was obvious that the rats who were running wildly on the sand sea at that time and the top leaders of the First Expeditionary Fleet did not want to acknowledge such a result.

In fact, there is no problem in admitting it. After all, the rat people have a long tradition of fighting civil wars, so there is almost no psychological pressure.

Soon, after the inquiry was over, he left in confusion. Obviously, he did not understand the significance of this inquiry. But how to say it, Qi told him that his technology would be approved, which was already a good thing, and he didn't need to care about anything else.

This is how I left with joy.

Soon after, the ratmen changed their war strategy for the planet.

In this vast expanse of yellow sand, those large sand rat city-states, these city-states left over from the golden age, each of them has its own strengths, and their relationships and positions are equally complicated, making it almost impossible for them to unite together. This can be seen from the fact that the war fortress, which was full of vigor and enthusiasm at the beginning and took the lead in fighting against the ratmen, a group of alien space visitors, is now retreating step by step.

None of the other gerbil city-states participated in this war. This may be related to the communication of the war fortress itself. This guy is also considered to be the most hated person in those city-states, but the isolation of each gerbil city-state can also be seen.

From the beginning when Enkos was parachuted by death, to the ground war launched by War Fortress, to the War Fortress's retreat, during this process, it was only War Fortress that was holding up this beam.

At the beginning, the rats were happy to see such a situation. It would definitely be better to defeat them one by one than to fight them all at once. Of course, those gerbil city-states were not all completely stupid. Even the stupidest rabbits would do something when danger was about to come.

A coalition is coming, just before the fortress of war falls.

But now, the rats are not sitting idly by and watching the impending appearance of the Rat Alliance Army. What are they doing?

They took the lead over these gerbil city-states and started a full-scale and proactive war.

Of course, it is impossible to carry out such a large-scale war relying solely on those delicate battleship ratmen because there are not enough soldiers.

A ground army of 500,000 would probably have a hard time coping with a war in one direction. Even if they had absolute air superiority, they would not have to worry about the scarcity and shortage of supplies.

Even if the gerbils continuously launched nuclear bombs into the sky, the rats could still deliver supplies on time by airdropping from outer space. But the key was that there were not enough troops. This was really an unfamiliar sentence to the rats. There were not enough rats.

The Sand Rat Army was sent to the battlefield, and the Ratmen began recruiting again. This time, the conditions would be more relaxed and there would be no restrictions.

It will still be the gerbils who bleed, the gerbils will attack the gerbils, and the gerbils will help the rat people gain control of the planet.

(End of this chapter)